Saturday, August 15, 2009

Angels.

I was reading about Angels last week. People who have seen them and been helped by them. Were they Angels or were they ordinary people who were in the right place at the right time? Are Angels living amongst us disguised as human beings.?

I’m the kind of person who is quite happy to see David Copperfield flying around on stage. I know that it is an illusion but I enjoy it just the same. I don’t need ‘explanations’ So I enjoyed reading and thought it was good that there is always hope in the most incredible situations.

What if we are all Angels ourselves? Think about it, we are given the opportunity to help someone most days. Holding a door open for someone who’s loaded with shopping. Being someone’s friend. Our smile might just help someone in the depths of despair hang on a little longer and get past their unhappiness. It’s not too difficult, is it?

The writing of this post has been in my head for a couple of days. This morning I was checking out my stats and saw that there was a link to Anji Patchwork from Lori’s blog. A bit strange as I haven’t popped by there for a while. What I found was a post which fits perfectly. Read it and see what you think.

9 comments:

We are all One, part of the Oneness of Life. Of course we are angels, great statementl in that we are all - everything is connected to One. That One has many names, that match the beliefs that a being follows. What does matter is that at the core of all these beliefs is Love. Now, when we all actually practice our beliefs - wouldn't that make a difference? If everyone realized that connectedness, and practiced Love - it would be a world of Angels.

I believe in Angels. I am convinced that I have encountered them. They are not necessarily in the form that we might think. They use different techniques to get through to people. Your Angel might appear and act quite different than someone else's.

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I'm interested in a lot of things. In recent years I've been selling old French postcards and love researching the history behind them. Sometimes I'm inspired to write a short story about my postcards.

Life begins at 40 but it really gets going in the 50s, then on with the sweet 60s!